Damn it Layla

"Damn it Layla!" Staci's sudden outburst caught my attention as I passed by her standing in the middle of my daughter's room.

"What's wrong Stace?" I asked, poking my head in.

"Oh hey Mister...Adam." The young woman sighed. "Oh nothing, I'm just looking for a pair of earrings but they're not in my drawer where I keep them. Then I remembered Layla borrowed them last week to go with one of her work outfits and never gave them back to me."

I watched as Staci went around the room, opening and closing drawers as she searched for the missing jewellery, becoming more and more exasperated.

"Seems to me that you probably have about ten more pairs of earrings that you can wear in until you find them." I suggested, leaning against the doorway.

"Haha funny, a piercing joke no doubt!" Staci huffed back, pushing past me and heading back into her own room as I followed.

"Sorry, just trying to help." I assured, looking at the mess of clothes and drawers strewn all over the floor of her room.

"Aaarrrrggghhhh!" Staci screamed cathartically, throwing herself on the bed. "I've looked everywhere and they're not here! My sister is going to kill me!"

"Your sister? What's the deal with these earrings?" I asked innocently.

"My sister Mikayla gave them to me for my birthday. We're going out tonight and she asked me to wear them. If she finds out I let someone else borrow them she's going to be pissed!" Staci seethed, her face turning red. "I'm so screwed!"

"Did you ask Layla where she put them?"

"Yeah, I tried texting her but she's at work and doesn't answer her texts during her shift." Staci sighed in a resigning tone. "I guess I'll just have to tell my sister the truth."

"Hang on a sec. I think I might know where they are." I turned and headed back into Layla's room with Staci right behind me. Walking to her closet I opened up the door and moved some things around on the top shelf until I found a shoe box. I had remembered Layla telling me it was where she hid her expensive stuff, like jewellery and souvenirs, basically irreplaceable stuff that she didn't want to leave lying around.

I grabbed the box and put it on the bed, lifting off the lid as I started rummaging around until I found a velvet-covered jewellery box. As I opened it Staci's eyes lit up and she let out an excited shriek of pure joy. Inside were two black pearl earrings which had been mounted inside the open mouth of two delicately etched golden skulls.

"My earrings!" She shouted, snatching the box from my hands as she started putting them on, turning around to look in the mirror as the gold and black sparkled back at her. "Oh my god thank you daddy!"

Staci turned and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in to a soft, almost inappropriate yet excited kiss on the lips. My eyes widened in shock and my body froze for a moment, not knowing what to do with my hands as I felt her nipple piercings brush against my shirt-covered chest, making my cock jump. Sensing my 'discomfort' Staci broke away and I was almost grateful that she did.

"Sorry dad...um...Adam, but you don't know how much these mean to me. Thank you thank you thank you so much for finding them!" The girl giggled happily, jumping up and down in place.

"Just glad I could help." I returned, watching her braless tits bounce up and down inside her loose-fitting shirt. Staci turned and headed back to her bedroom, leaving me with another wonderful mental image for later.

I settled in front of the television as Staci went about getting ready, puttering back and forth between the bathroom and her room as I listened to the various appliances being used while trying to concentrate on the movie I was watching.

About an hour later I heard her come bounding down the stairs as she planted herself directly in front of me, blocking my view of the television. I didn't mind at all because at that moment I my eyes were drawn to what she was wearing.

In front of me stood a punk-goth goddess; her blue mane was parted in the middle and spiralled down the back of her head in two tightly wound braids. A studded choke collar wrapped around her neck, complete with a ring in the front that gave me all sorts of perverse ideas of what I could, and wanted, to do with it.

The young woman's breasts were wedged in to a corset-style halter top that laced up in the front, although not all the way, allowing me a perfect view of the milky white skin of her ample cleavage. The corset was all black save for the red flames rising from the bottom hem, making a nice contrast. It was short so I was greeted by her smooth, flat stomach, encased in a fishnet mesh.

Then there was the skirt; a black pleated mini skirt that came down to mid thigh, the same pattern of red flames as her corset dancing up from the bottom, with ruffles underneath that puffed out the skirt, especially when Staci twirled around as if on cue. This caused the skirt to ride up and I was treated to a split-second view of her tiny thong panties and firm, youthful ass.

Completing the little goth princess' look were a pair of ripped fishnet stockings that adorned her long, lean legs, coming up to just meet the bottom hem of her fiery skirt as my eyes then drifted downward to a pair of high heeled Victorian style ankle boots.

"So...what do you think?" Staci's voice broke me out of my perverted thoughts.

"Wow...um...are you going to a party or is there a virgin somewhere that needs to be sacrificed?" I kidded, trying not to be 'that father' that wouldn't let their daughter out of their own room dressed like Staci was, never mind out in public.

"Haha very funny." Staci mocked, spinning around for me once more. "It's Mikayla's 18thbirthday and they're having a goth-style party down at the club so I thought I would go all out. Unless you think it's too much?"

I looked at Staci's mascara darkened eyes while she stared back at me, as if challenging me to forbid her from going out dressed the way she was. I mean if I was having those kinds of thoughts, I could just imagine what the guys down at the club would be thinking.

"You know what? I kind of like it, you really have a way of making your own style." I fumbled, waiting for my brain to kick back in. "Plus you're old enough to make your own choices so who am I to judge?"

"Oh daddy you're the best!" Staci confirmed, pulling me into a tight hug as I felt one of the spikes on her collar push against my skin. I held her close, probably closer than I should have and probably longer than I should have, inhaling the mixed scents of her perfume and shampoo. My cock twitched a little from the embrace, but I had to remember that this was Layla's best friend and I didn't want to jeopardize that by being sleazy.

"Just be careful. And if you need anything, anything at all you call me first, okay?" I toned seriously, looking the woman directly in the eyes.

"Yes daddy!" Staci replied, trying on that name once more. I found it flattering that she was comfortable enough to call me daddy even though she had her own flesh-and-blood father, although they never seemed to see eye-to-eye on many things.

Just then the doorbell rang and the blue haired girl scooted over to open the front door. As she did, I was greeted by an almost carbon-copy of Staci, albeit with various small differences, standing there in the foyer.

"Hey Adam, you remember my little sister Mikayla?" Staci announced, pushing her towards the living room.

"Hey Mr. Crandell." Mikayla greeted shyly with a small wave. I hadn't seen Staci's younger sibling since she was a kid so my memory was shattered when I saw her. Mikayla was definitely all grown up now and it was punctuated by what she was wearing.

The younger sibling was dressed pretty much like her older sister, with a tight-fitting halter top that was straining to contain her firm, large breasts. It definitely left little to the imagination, most notably a bare midriff that showed off her smooth, porcelain-skinned stomach. The black sequined mini skirt just made it barely past her full, plump ass, revealing a pair of thick, soft thighs encased in sheer black stockings held up tightly by the barely-visible straps of her garter belt. I swore if she bent over at any point in the evening someone was going to be getting a nice eyeful.

Mikayla's pretty black polished toes peeked out from a pair of the highest stripper heels that I had ever seen. She was a few inches shorter than Staci but the high heels almost made up the difference as the two stood side by side, their matching dark eyes looking at me, waiting for a response.

"Oh um hey Mikayla! Geez it's been quite a while since...I mean yeah...it's been a while!" I gazed almost trance like at the stunning long-haired brunette, stuttering like a nerdy high school kid greeting his first date ever.

"Yeah, I guess it has been." Staci confirmed, throwing her arm around her sister. Just then a car outside thankfully honked their horn, breaking the awkward interaction.

"And that's our ride." With that Staci took her sister by the hand and led her out the door, the two girls giggling with excitement, waving back at me as they jumped into the uber before it sped off into the night.

I closed the door and returned to the sofa, planting myself down while rewinding the movie to the point that Staci had interrupted, although my interest in the show had definitely waned by now. No, I was off in another daydream, this time with Staci front and center. She was definitely someone who wasn't afraid to be different, to try new things like I had witnessed just a few short weeks ago with her and Layla. It was a quality that made her attractive to well, both me and my daughter if we're being honest.

Then there was Layla. After our little office escapade I managed to have a nice conversation with her, letting her know that while not quite putting two and two together Jenna was definitely suspicious. We both agreed to cool things down when it came to her visits there for a while until things died down, while making sure to get together at least once a week, schedules be damned. It helped that the merger my company was working on went through so there were afternoons when I could sneak out early, catching my princess just before she went to work herself, so I could have her all to myself.

We started experimenting with different pain and pleasure toys and restraints and I loved introducing her to new levels of kink which often led to the hottest encounters either of us had experienced. In between we made short videos and sent them to each other, whether it was me masturbating to a naughty story she had recorded for me or a quick video of her getting off in the washroom at the restaurant. In the end we promised each other that we would make it work, no matter what.

At that moment my phone pinged with a notification. It was a text message from Layla. As I opened it, I noticed it was a video.

"Hey daddy! I just wanted to say that I love you and miss you when I'm at work, my daughter's sunshiny voice echoed. "So I did something that I think you'll love to see."

The screen started to shake a little as I noticed that it was from earlier and the setting was in my daughter's own bedroom as she placed the phone on her desk, directly across from her bed. She then sat on the edge of her bed and I noticed she was wearing a light blue baby doll nightie that barely contained her firm young breasts. It also barely covered past her mound and as the camera re-focused I was greeted by her spreading her legs wide, laying back on her bed as she began to play with herself.

"Mmmm daddy it sucks that you can't be here, especially when I'm this fucking horny!" Layla purred into the camera, running her fingers along the soft lips of her outer labia, cooing softly from the touch. My cock instantly began to rise and I swallowed hard with anticipation of what was coming next, my eyes transfixed on the screen.

With her other hand she freed her breasts from the nightie, giving her nipples a slight tug, rolling them between her thumb and forefinger, moaning once more. Her eyes were staring straight into the camera as if she knew she had a captive audience, which she did at that moment. I couldn't stop looking at my gorgeous daughter as she traced her fingers down the satiny fabric of the nighty towards her mound before she slowly parted her pussy lips with her fingers, the light pink insides shining brightly with her sticky juices.

"I hope it's okay that I'm touching myself daddy. But if I'm in trouble that's okay too, I need to be spanked like you did to me in your office. Did I mention that it turned me on so much?" With that she moved her fingers to her exposed clit, circling the tender nub, another contented sigh escaping from her lips.

Tossing her head back she started strumming her clit more purposefully while inserting a finger into her warm wet pussy, pumping it in and out until it too shone with her juices. Her breathing became more and more audible as she worked herself over, panting like an animal in heat. Then to my delight she eased a finger into her ass, working it deeper and deeper until it was buried in her, another gleeful moan emanating from her lips.

"Oh fuck daddy I can't wait for you to fuck this ass -your ass- again. I was so fucking sore after you fucked me so hard last time and it makes my pussy tingle every time I think about it..." Her voice trailed off as she began to work her clit feverishly, moaning and squealing as she rushed to the edge of orgasm, her legs trembling before she slammed them shut around her hands, biting her lip as she hit the peak of her climax.

By now I had freed my cock from the confines of my sweat pants and I was tugging on it, getting closer to my own orgasm while listening to Layla coo and mewl through her own.

But the show wasn't done yet. I watched as Layla reached for something off screen and my eyes grew wide when the camera focused again. My daughter was clutching not one, but two long English cucumbers in her hands, a mischievous grin spreading across her lips.

Raising one vegetable to her mouth she began to kiss the tip softly, gently stabbing at it with her tongue before sliding it between her lips, moistening the green flesh with her saliva. I just sat there in amazement while she took the vegetable deeper into her mouth. I could see her throat muscles working to overcome her gag reflex as more of the green monster disappeared between her lips until she gagged slightly, easing the saliva-covered vegetable from her throat.

Not to be outdone she rubbed the other cucumber between her pussy lips, wetting it with her slick juices until it too shone brightly in the sunlight filtering into her room. I was pumping my cock like a madman, all the while wishing that I was an active participant not just a casual spectator.

Satisfied with her throat work Layla leaned back on the bed, spreading her legs while bringing both vegetables to her dripping snatch, easing the first one into her warm wet pussy, coating it with her juices before repeating the same on the other cucumber until they were both completely covered for the first few inches.

What happened next blew my mind. As she eased the first cucumber into her hungry cunt Layla started to work the other one into her tight little asshole, swearing a blue streak as she let me know how being double penetrated by the objects was making her feel. My eyes were transfixed on the screen as I watched her spoked rear star slowly widen to accommodate the girth of the green intruder.

"Fuck daddy they're stretching me so much!" Layla moaned loudly, easing more and more of the vegetables into both of her tight, gripping holes. "Do you like watching your slutty little daughter get fucked like this? I just wish one of them was your cock daddy!"

My eyes never left the screen as I watched and listened to Layla fucking herself silly with the two green monsters, paying particular attention to how her holes stretched around the objects, gripping them like they never wanted to let go. It made for quite the visual contrast, seeing the dark green sheen of the cucumbers pressing in and out of her reddening pussy and tight rear star.

The heady scene continued for the next few minutes as my daughter pumped herself towards another orgasm, her shrieks and moans becoming louder and louder. I was on the verge of cumming myself as I watched the scene unfold. Suddenly, Layla's body tensed on the screen as she announced her own orgasm by wailing like a siren, jamming the two vegetables deep into both of her holes, her body convulsing like she was getting tasered.

Then it happened again - As she was thrashing about her pussy suddenly erupted with a thick, rich stream of squirt. It shot across the room to where the camera sat on the desk, a few droplets splashing on the lens, blurring the vision of my daughter's contractions momentarily while she sprayed more and more liquid from her overheated cunt.

That was all it took for me as I came, sending thick ropes of cum spilling out over my fist and sweat pants while I grunted my approval at what I was seeing on the screen. It was better than any porn that I had ever watched and I attributed that to the taboo subject nature of watching my own daughter DP herself with two cucumbers. Add to the fact that she went off like a firehose for the grand finale and I was spent; my breathing laboured and heavy in testament to the visuals on the video.

In unison we both just lay there, exhausted from the workout although it was Layla who had bore the brunt of the action and she took a little longer to recover as the video played on for quite a while as I watched her stomach rise and fall. Slowly she eased the cucumbers from her holes, leaving behind the sweetest little gapes.

She then rose unsteadily from the bed as if she were drunk and reached for the camera, bringing it up to her face as she laid back on her bed once more, still awash in post orgasmic bliss.

"Mmmm, hope you enjoyed the show," My daughter purred lustfully into the lens, her eyes half closed, still weak from her monumental orgasm. "I love you daddy! Muah!"

She then blew a kiss at the camera before the video cut out. I slumped back, both in exhaustion and bewilderment at what I had just witnessed, my mind reeling with love and appreciation for this woman, who never ceased to amaze me. Grabbing some tissues from the coffee table I cleaned myself up as best I could, tossing the wadded-up tissues on the floor as I wanted to watch the video once more.

Glancing back at my phone I noticed one more message from Layla.

"If you look in the pantry I left you a surprise. I think you'll know what to do with it!" She signed it fittingly with an eggplant and kiss emoji. I immediately jumped up and headed for the kitchen, opening the pantry to find the two cucumbers sitting on a shelf, wrapped in a towel. My cock twitched back to life as I reached for them, thinking of all of the perverted things I was about to do to those vegetables. I returned to the living room, hitting play as Layla's video started up again on the screen.

Unwrapping the green fleshy objects I played a little game, bringing each one to my nose and inhaling, trying to determine which one had been in which of Layla's tight little holes. It was perverse, it was nasty, and it was turning me on all over again as I ran my tongue over the surface of each one, savoring the flavors while my mind tried to decipher which was which.

I was definitely lost in a wonderland of lust because the next thing I heard was the front door slamming shut. I sat up in time to see Staci in the foyer, throwing her shoes into the closet. I quickly flung the cucumbers into my lap, wrapping them back up in the towel and tossed it on the table, fumbling with my phone to cut the video off before Layla's moans could be heard by Staci.